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I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, Like a lost lamb returning to the fold
And when the outside world recedes from view
It's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you
Nineteen sixty-seven, colt forty-five
Holding back the vampires, keeping me alive
There's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door.
This is what they make you take the medication for.
(Aesop Rock, Coffee)